You have a soft and silent
power all about youso unlike the strength most
men exudefor you have lived the many
days and hoursof your life straight from
the heartno matter what the world said
you ought to do

I fear the pain that came beforeof men that lied and tried
to scorewith words and moves of lovethat meant no more than lust

yet even as I fearI feel your arms encircle
mekissing first my head and
then my browand slowly gently moving downkissing even tears away

as silently, your sound surroundsand resonates with mebringing stillnesslike a hush between two breathesjust before a song begins
to sing itself

and we look into each other's
eyesto see our souls ariseand move in sync . . .